"Probably," he doesn't look up at her, focused on uncapping the needle and gently pushing it into her arm while she's distracted by the conversation. It's obvious he's done this a lot, quick and confident as he attaches the tube and stands to move around the desk to take his seat.

Eames rolls up a sleeve and sticks in his own IV, putting his feet up on the desk to get comfortable, "depends on how bad you are."